The World is fallen
My heart feels it.
My body feels it.
And like the trees and rocks that groan for Christ's return,
My spirit mourns and groans longing for the promised renewal.
The darkness seems to have enveloped me making my way foggy.
I know there is a way out but grasp at air,
My fingers catch no latches and fail to escape the black veil.
How do I let the darkness not permeate my mind?
How do I push away the sadness and broken visions that stare me in the face?
In extreme weariness and service my answer is gifted to me
In the form of mutual laughter, gratitude, and love.
Shackles fall as bonds that constricted now give way to bonds that unify
Hope-filled hearts in those who work in darkness but with vision
To educate and invigorate dreamless and broken lives.
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